All sorts of Aliens scurried about the town, which was shrouded in dense White Mist.
Car-sized Head Spiders🕷, arms over three people tall with eyes growing on them, Human Centipedes formed from the overlapping growth of dozens of human arms and legs... and so on.
These things were not necessarily all that powerful, but they were thoroughly disgusting.
Especially after Lancer skewered a Head Spider that had lunged at them—the countless tiny spiders that instantly scattered across the ground were practically Mental Pollution...
After traveling through the White Mist for around half an hour, Bai Zhi and the others arrived at the marker.
What stood before them was a dilapidated station platform.
When they arrived, another team of Players was already there. There were roughly twenty people in that group, and when they saw Bai Zhi's group emerge from the thick fog, they immediately assumed a guarded stance.
However, that situation did not last long. As several people emerged from inside the station platform, a man wearing an ostentatious white suit walked toward Bai Zhi.
"Looks like we're quite fated, after all."
Looking at Bai Zhi, who had stepped forward as well, Shang Jiuyue puffed out smoke. He glanced at the people behind Bai Zhi, a cigarette hanging from his fingers, his face full of sentiment. "So, this is your team?"
—Shang Jiuyue was a Player Bai Zhi had been matched with in his first game after the Mid-tier Game Zone opened, commonly known as Suit Man.
When neither side was familiar with the other's team, having two acquaintances act as a buffer was the best option.
"Likewise. Your team looks pretty impressive too." Bai Zhi shrugged slightly and glanced behind the other man. "So, what's the situation here?"
Everything feared comparison. Compared to the other team, which was fully